Double, double, toil and trouble,

Another lazy morning with dog walking delegated.

Work was an explosion of ehthusiasm.

Met up with a pal for some Russian caravan, fly cemetry and chat, all excellent.

Ran home with a skip in my step, it felt good to be running.

All tea had been eaten by the family so I had the soup that was lying around.

The last of the plums made into chutney tonight, freezer almost empty of fruit.

I was alone in the kitchen as the smell of boiling vinegar and spices drives my family away.